Shutters and Blinds

[grannyjill]

Hey! What’s that at the far end of the room?
It looks just like a pile of clothes.
Please, don’t let it be a rotting corpse,
I’m not in the mood for nausea.
(When would you ever be, granny?)

Nope. It’s not a corpse – something worse,
It’s an unmade bed;
blankets in disarray
sheets stained and grey
knickers left on the pillow
shape of bodies still in the middle.
God, do folk really live like this?

Well, blow me down!
It’s a Work of Art.
Work of art, my arse.
It’s Tracey Emin taking the piss.
King’s New Clothes spring to mind
Folk must be blind.
What’s wrong with a nice Lowry?
At least you can see at a glance
what it is.

[. . . .]

So sanitary...

[Wildcard]

I'm getting conflicting definitions of Lowry. What do you mean?

[grannyjill]

Well, (and this is only granny's view of him) his pictures are simple drawings of people, and street scenes and they are easy to understand!

.....you are now going to tell me that actually they are complex, many-layered depictions of .....well, whatever!